Big Shout Out To The Coalition Of Catholic Nuns Who Just Told The US Bishops To Stop Being Transphobic.

When I get a nice AO3 comment or Tumblr reblog I have to force myself not to say "I LOVE YOU PLEASE MARRY ME CAN WE BE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER I'M OBSESSED WITH YOU" and instead say "thanks"

Does the fact that neurotypicals exist weird anybody else out? Like, there are thousands of disorders out there and you don’t even have one of them???????

More about the contortionist Black

James in denial:

They are so competitive with each other

Well that explains Ayzee’s freckles.

Gabriel: "God does not play games with the universe!"

Crowley:

Aziraphale:

Adam:

The children themselves:

The whole world:

Crowley: "Where have you been?!"

met a trans woman who was going to be a potential new roommate. she wanted to see a picture of me to know i was a real person. after seeing my selfie she asked me "AFAB on T?" i felt the most dysphoric i had felt in years- its one thing to have cis people ask me things like this, but it's a huge slap in the balls to hear things like this from other trans people.

we are in the "nobody cares what gender you were assigned at birth" community. don't single people out or try to assume their AGAB- if you're trans and don't want people asking you about your AGAB, the other trans person almost definitely feels the same way. respect people's privacy and identity- attempting to profile other trans people by what their bodies look like is violence.

love them so much

Fictober Day 4

Prompt:

"Do you resent me?"

"I resent these circumstances. But I don't blame you for them."

*changed resent to hate

Stucky, angst, hurt/comfort

Steve and Bucky had been together a long while, from friends in the 40s to lovers in the 2000s. Steve was used to waking up to Bucky's nightmares. He was used to calming him down and keeping him sane.

But tonight was something new, something strange. He's woken up to a metal hand around his throat, Russian spilling from Bucky's lips.

“Bucky!” Steve exclaims, trying to pry his hand away, unsuccessful. “Baby, look at me. Wake up.”

Bucky stares down at him, blue eyes piercing his, Steve's words awakening familiarity within him, overriding the fear and instinct.

But when he fully wakes up, he stumbles to his feet and gets himself as far away from Steve as possible, soft sobs escaping him when he realizes what had happened.

Steve rushes to his side, only to be met with a flinch and a gentle hand pushing him away.

“Its okay, Buck. Look at me, I'm okay. You didn't hurt me.” He reassures him, sitting a foot away from Bucky, hand outstretched, patiently waiting for Bucky to take it. “Its not your fault.”

Bucky shakes his head, pulling his legs to his chest and burying his face in his knees. “I coulda hurt you, Steve.” He sniffs, tears pouring. “I love you. Don't wanna hurt you.”

Steve slowly moves closer, hand on Bucky's shoulder. “But you didn't, sweetheart. It was just a nightmare.”

Bucky sobs out and leans into him, face pressed into his shoulder. “Don't you hate me?”

“Baby, no. I hate these circumstances. I hate what you've had to go through, what you still have to go through. But I don't blame you for them, okay? So don't blame yourself.”

Steve pulls Bucky into his arms, cradling him to his chest, fingers gently running through his hair as Bucky slowly calms down.

Once his sobs turn into occasional hiccups, Steve speaks. “Buck? Wanna talk about it?”

Bucky shakes his head, burrowing his face deeper into his chest.

Steve sighs and nods. “How about I get you a cup of tea and we can go from there?” Bucky nods in response and Steve gently maneuvers him off his lap, helping him up off the ground.

“Go lay down. I'll be back in a moment, okay?” Steve says, helping Bucky to the bed. Once he nods, Steve presses a gentle kiss to his forehead before padding off to the kitchen. When he returns, its with a mug of tea in his hand, only to see that Bucky had fallen back asleep.

He smiles and sits down on the bed next to Bucky, sipping on the tea he'd originally made for him. “Sweet dreams, Buck.” He whispers, one hand playing with Bucky's hair. He watches over him for the remainder of the night, keeping an eye on his movements and sounds.

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rb to have a very gay 2022

A case that can only be defined as Black erasure is going to the Supreme Court

Several states are going to the Supreme Court essentially to define what "Black" is in order allow gerrymandering that'll discriminate against Black voters by diluting the legal definition of "Black" to erase people's cultural identity.

Essentially they're argument is if you check only "Black" on the census or "Black and white" then you are Black in the eyes of the law. But if you check "Black and latino" or "Black and Asian" or ANY OTHER mixture of "Black" then you aren't "Black" in the eyes of the law and the state governments are allowed to gerrymander you out of the districts.

Please watch this man's video on it. He's so much more knowledgeable than me.

Tagging @reaux07 and @bfpnola Louisiana is one of the states pulling this bullshit.

-fae